The Secretary was curious. He had never seen the mayor so flustered before.
He actually knew what sort of company Phantom Immortal Technology was, and he knew it had announced that it had developed an entirely new technology for cleaning up crude oil pollution. The White House had even held a press conference specifically about it the previous evening.
But in the Secretary's eyes, Phantom Immortal Technology had merely claimed to have developed a new technology. Who knew how well it worked?
Even if the technology was real, surely the mayor need not get so excited just because someone had come to offer help.
He had no idea how much the mayor had suffered over the past few days!
Naturally, he would not disobey his boss's instructions. He acknowledged the order and left.
A few minutes later, the Secretary came back with a man in his forties or fifties.
The visitor had a Western face, ordinary and unremarkable. Standing on a street in New York City, he would never have attracted anyone's attention.
Mayor Kirk was somewhat surprised when he saw him. The man's appearance and bearing seemed very American. Did the Illusion Immortal Technology Company employ Americans too?
And anyone sent to deliver something this important had to be a trusted insider.
Since when had Westerners worked their way into Phantom Immortal Technology's inner circle?
Unfortunately, Kirk could only keep those questions to himself. Otherwise, he would certainly have asked.
"Are you the mayor of New York City?" the man asked bluntly.
Kirk froze for a moment. Sitting in this seat, what else could he be but the mayor?
Still, he answered seriously, "I am the mayor. My name is Kirk. May I ask your name?"
"Thorne!" the visitor answered simply.
Indeed, he was Thorne, but his appearance had